| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| I been drinkin' this liquor
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| That’s the key, that’s the smooth right there, yeah
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| I been drinkin' this liquor, bitch, this ain’t no liquor
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| But it made my shit bigger, yeah, it made my shit, it made my shit
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| I’m drinkin' this liquor, bitch, this ain’t no liquor
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| But it made my shit bigger (Yeah) it made my shit, it made my shit
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| Orgasm full of pain, yeah
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| Ayy, hangover for champagne
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| Orgasm full of pain
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| Can’t feel the same, I just can’t, yeah, yeah
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| Orgasm full of-
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| I hide my pride, but still came to say
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| She had the time of her lil' stupid ass life
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| Crawlin' in that candy paint
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| Strawberry with the flakes
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| Sour apple green, dapper than Gucci to the bank
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| Touch more road than the street sweeper
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| For fishes in the tank, not to see, but to eat
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| Sashimi tuna on my plate, for the liquor in my face
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| Like chefs with fillet, she wanna put a truffle on my meat
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| I’m cuttin' up today
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| What is life for an open dude? |
| Ghetto got my soul so confused
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| I used my white voice 'til my patience was overused
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| Use my black force and the white say the local rules
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| Sequoia leftover food
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| Was tap inside my cups, but it’s not from the local brews
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| Uncles and daddies and all my cousins all been on the local news
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| Gentrification came to rape us and then the locals moved
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| And it’s all love, as we all bust
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| Orgasm full of pain, yeah
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| Ayy, hangover for champagne (This shit slap nigga)
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| (I'm finna beat somebody today)
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| Orgasm full of pain
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| Can’t feel the same, I just can’t, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, hangover for champagne (Ayy, okay)
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| Orgasm full of pain (What was the question)
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| Can’t feel the same, I just can’t
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| Okay, yeah these niggas pay to fuck
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| But I never gave a fuck 'bout all of the things that most people go crazy for
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| I been savin' up bread from projects to get my folks out the projects
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| But I’m projected, hol' up, what was the question?
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| I tweak, must be the weed, no, I read
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| Don’t tell my momma, I promised her I would quit by a week
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| A soul cold, and I know she know I be lyin'
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| But I think she feelin' drained and don’t wanna force it on me
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| Let that sink in for a second
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| This ink pen is my weapon
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| I tweak again, what’s the question?
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| This edible really over here with my head, dawg
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| Okay, I’m feelin' it
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| Killin' shit how I’m makin' a livin'
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| Me and my syndicate livin' more frivolous
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| Now that all my business legitimate
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| Grew up a citizen in a city where folks slime outsellers
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| Slytherin all for the love of the Benjamins
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| Pendulum swing, rap, shame song, camouflage blendin' in
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| 'Cause those who stand out, soon require casket to sit 'em in shit
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| What was the question again bruh?
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| I’m off a Xanny, please don’t tell my granny, don’t think she be understandin'
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| I took a trip to LA for the Grammy’s
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| Pockets on scampi, that shrimp, just like this plane, I can’t tip
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| I want my pockets on crip, so I’ma hustle like Nip
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| For them blue faces, shoelaces tied, they want me to slip
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| But I can’t fall at all, me and my dawgs gon' ball
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| Something, fall, somethin', something, at all
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| Orgasm full of pain |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orgasm Full Of Pain, artist - Guapdad 4000. Album song Platinum Falcon Returns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп